Dave Matthews Band

I know I'll miss her later
Wish I could bend my love to hate her
Wish I could be her creator
To twist her arms now
She stares up at the stars when
The stars fell from her hair then
I bent down to collect them
And then she was gone
Oh, I sleep just to dream her
I beg the night just to see her
That my only love should be her
Just to lie in her arms
Oh, I came there to find out
Find out she'd made up her mind, oh
My arms are all tied up
To me she was blind